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In the middle of the night, the videophone rang. Aed got up, turned off the video, and said, "Yes?"
The voice on the line was unfamiliar. She said, "Hello, is this Aed Kinsella?"
Aed said, "Yes."
The woman said, "I'm calling to tell you that you and Taberah Kinsella have won the 2034 Turing Award for your joint work in artificial intelligence."
Aed blinked, and said, "I'm sorry; I think you have the wrong person."
The woman laughed, and said, "I'm positive I've got the right person. Can you get Taberah?"
"I'm sorry; I can't; Taberah is being 'detained' by the INS."
"What? Who are the INS? Do the police know about them?"
"Yes; the INS are part of the police. They are the Bureau of Immigration and Naturalization Services, and they just took Taberah. He is now en route to a jail, to have his head and his beard shaved, be stripped and put in a de-humanizing uniform, and sit in a cold cell with nothing to do while he waits for the INS to decide what country to deport him to."
The woman was silent for a moment, and said, "What country is he from?"
"I don't know. Dr. Pabst, an anthropologist I know, said that he doesn't seem to be from any culture currently existing. He has learned English, but besides that -- why?"
The woman said, "Please wait a moment; I'll get back to you."
Aed had just crawled back into the covers when the phone rang. It was a journalist. And then another. And then another. After the first dozen times trying to explain that it was Taberah's work and not his, and that Taberah had been taken by the INS, he unplugged the phone.
At four in the morning, the doorbell rang. And then rang again. And again. Aed swore, and fumbled about for Nathella's keychain -- a keychain with pepper spray. He threw on a bathrobe, and padded out to the door. "Who is it?" he shouted through the door.
"Officer Salisbury, returning Taberah to your house."
"What?"
"When we came last night, we did not realize that he held a United Nations passport. We apologize for the inconvenience."
Aed opened the door. Taberah looked weary, frightened, relieved, and very happy to be back. Aed picked him up, and held him in thanksgiving. Then he said, "Let's both of us get some shuteye; we've got a speech to write."
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